War is coming, gunning for your son War is coming, gunning for your soul Stepped into the TV room Through a shadow hot and green To my surprise I saw two dead eyes Staring right back through the screen War is coming, gunning for your son War is coming, gunning for your soul Read Sun Tzu and got two tattoos To represent my choice in fate Even now every time I salute My right hand reads, simply, hate War is coming, gunning for your son War is coming, gunning for your soul I was just a farmer once With my wants tied to my needs Living off of the fat of the land And doing whatever I pleased Got my ticket mailed into town Shipped down to New Orleans My brother called me on the telephone Said man kill you some Viet commies War is coming, gunning for your son War is coming, gunning for your soul War is coming, gunning for your son War is coming, gunning for your soul